Why do flowers give us pleasure? Does it go back to prehistory, when blossom was a promise of fruit to come? Certainly it seems to be embedded deeply: Consider the lilies of the field...even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these.
Be that as it may, to most if not all people they're a source of continual enjoyment. Here are some that have delighted me in recent days.
Those that return year after year of their own accord:
And last but not least, an exotic intruder:
This was a reward for taking part in an "inspiring women" panel for teenage girls. Of course, being regarded as an inspiring woman also has its pleasures...